the pot calling the kettle BLACK

Lemme first clarify tt im nort a racist. jus tt tis jebroni asshole of an ah neh byutch pissed me off beeg time.

Tis fine afternoon kaijie and I joined de junior class for ice cream feast at swensens. De cheapo budget 3 dollar promotion. Haha.

Anyway, we were playing cards dere, starting wif bridge and subsequently moving on to taidi. After we finished our desserts, and while kaijie waited for his banana split which took an eternity to arrive, we decided to play the stupid name game we played in chalet. (for the uninformed, the game largely remembers snap/stress)

Suddenly, this middle-aged Indian lady sitting opposite us heaved her immense frame off her seat, left her companions(who were pretty much of the same age group), and lumbered over to our table. Somehow, being extremely engrossed in our very interesting game, nobody detected the pungent and overbearing scent of coconut oil wafting towards us. But once a potent mixture of garlic and curry was added to the equation (when she opened her hippotamus of a mouth) , we instinctively snapped to attention at the sudden barrage of odours wafting their way into our pampered nostrils.

She started to speak. We strained our ears to catch the tongue twisters. I managed to catch a bit of the constructive suggestion she was spouting.

“ hey you students……making noise…disturbing other people…..want to play….go your school canteen..”

After which, she laboured back to her table, as if having just gone thru a strenuous routine, while at the same time using the remaining ounce of energy she could muster to shake her head. She immediately became the centre of attention at her table, with her fellow ah neh aunties and a toddler squealing at a decibel higher than anyone of us could manage.

Honestly, we couldn’t care less. We are just thankful that we can finally start breathing again.

She proceeded to dangle her spoon on her upper lip. Somehow she and her motley crew of aunties found it extremely amusing to be able to achieve that feat, as they clapped and laughed like excited schoolchildren at a magic show, and urged the toddler to master the trick.

So much for refined mannerisms. We weren’t even disturbing u la bitch! U should just learn to mine your own business. Bloody ah neh kapo.

K I just needed to kb, as usual.